I went to see the Matisse exhibition of his 'cut-outs' again at Tate Modern yesterday and loved it just as much as the first time I saw it. The simple joy of the kaleidoscope of colour and shapes is astonishing. To be surrounded by all this vibrant art is on a par with the transcendent experience of being surrounded by the devotion and belief of Fra Angelico at the Musee Jacquemart-Andree in Paris a few years ago.
Where does this beauty and joy come from? How did this old man in a wheelchair find the vision within himself to produce these astonishing works? What made him see a dragon or a snail or a leaf in these odd shapes or colours?
Thank you M. Matisse.
Where does this beauty and joy come from? How did this old man in a wheelchair find the vision within himself to produce these astonishing works? What made him see a dragon or a snail or a leaf in these odd shapes or colours?
Thank you M. Matisse.
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